Reach back, reach back says someone absurd

To popsicle tainted hands and dress

Sprinting through barrio jungle

Battling empty lot pebbles and thistles

Rust plagued Impala spacecraft

Forget, forget mama’s jalapeno truth

Baking, sweltering in welfare room

Void within apologetic hopeless Frigidaire

Bus seat assessment, filthy drunk fear

Return, arrive to A/C cushioned home

To cherished poet’s cyber sanctuary

Topped off with lover’s coffee and biscotti